The Fang Market in Luoji City is not like Yuehu City and Yunxi City, which hide and avoid mortals, but the shops on the entire main street are full of shops that sell and buy things that cultivate the truth, and the number of monks among the bustling pedestrians on the streets is more than that of ordinary people.

The main street is also divided into noisy and sparse, and the middle of the main street is the most prosperous place in Luoji City.

Yang Qing looked indifferent and wandered among the pedestrians, and wanted to go to the center of the city, the tip of the knife was like a fragment in the Sumeru gourd in his arms, and he didn't go to those places that only sold low-level magic weapons to inquire about the identification, because he thought that the fragments like the tip of the knife were definitely not magic weapons.

Whether it is a low-grade magic weapon or a high-grade magic weapon, they have all been touched, and they still can't tell what level the knife-tip fragment belongs to.

Most likely, it is a fragment of the magic weapon!

The pace was very fast, and a stick of incense came to the center of the city.

The pavilions in the city are high, the shortest one has four floors, six zhang high, and the highest pavilion is seven floors, like a tower ten zhang high, this place is prosperous, but not noisy, and the people who come and go to the shops are monks.

There are those who carry huge packages, those who have empty hands, those who follow spirit animals, and those who snuggle up to men and women......

or in a hurry, or leisurely, or vigilant around in a thief, or arrogant, with his head held high and not squinting......

"Jianbao Zhai" Yang Qing thought silently in his heart, there was a plaque with a large gilded character on the top of his head, and then, with a few monks who seemed to be familiar customers, he walked into the six-story pavilion in front of him.

Jianbaozhai is the one with the most monks in Luoji City, because it can identify all kinds of treasures for monks, distinguish the rank, belonging, function and value, whether it is a magic weapon, elixir, talisman or treasure, will give accurate information. Whether it is sold in Jianbao Zhai is not mandatory, but in the case of the same price, Jianbao Zhai can be purchased first.

If it is not sold or sold to another family, Jianbao Zhai will charge a spirit stone as a fee for identification.

This makes the first floor of Jianbao Zhai overcrowded.

Ten sets of tables are placed in the hall with a radius of ten zhang, and behind the tables, more than a dozen monks with uniform clothes, appearances, ages, and surnames are fiddling with the items in their hands, either expressionless, impatient, or slightly startled.

In front of the table, a long line of ten monks stretched out to the wide door, some anxiously waiting, some looking wary, and some curious......

Yang Qing planned to stop in Luoji City for a few days, so he was not in a hurry, and found the table where the magic weapon was identified, and stood tall and waited with peace of mind.

At this time, most of the things that appeared were low-level things, and the speed of identification was very fast, and the monks who were identified as valuable looked excited, and some shook their heads, smacked their lips and were obviously disappointed, and the monks who agreed to sell to Jianbaozhai were led to the second floor by the personnel of Jianbaozhai on the side to trade.

Several monks wanted to appreciate the treasure in advance when they had important things to do, and they were scolded by everyone, but in the end they still lined up and stood up, Yang Qing waited honestly, looking at the things in the hands of many monks with novelty, causing the people around him to hurriedly put the things in their hands into their arms.

The hall on the first floor of Jianbao Zhai is full of people, and when you see something strange, you can't help but talk about it, and you can't help but gloat after being identified as an ordinary thing or worthless.

For half an hour, there were no rare treasures, and Yang Qing was already lined up with monks, and there was only a young and beautiful female monk in front of him, waiting for the young man behind the table to announce the results with a worried expression.

The young man was wearing a brocade gown, and his white palms were fiddling with a pair of things of different sizes, chains and rings unlocking, lifting his eyelids, and whispering, "This thing is called the Son and Mother Chain Month, it is a relatively rare lower grade magic weapon used for trapped locks, and it is very cumbersome to use, and its value is close to that of a medium-grade magic weapon.

"Thank you Daoyou, if the price is reasonable, the little woman will sell it" The beautiful female cultivator looked slightly happy, but seeing the other party's eyes made her quite dissatisfied, and her tone was light.

"Little Five, quickly lead this fellow Daoist to the second floor, and entertain him," the young man earnestly instructed the young man who was guarding aside.

After the young man replied with a smile, he led the beautiful woman to the second floor.

Yang Qing was a little nervous in his heart, what was the fragment like the tip of a knife, several of them had always been full of curiosity, looking forward to it being a treasure, at this time, the person in front of him might help him untie it, although it was the cost of a spirit stone, but his tone was still gentle, and he said to the young man with a sideways face and a squint looking at the back of the beautiful female cultivator, "This fellow Daoist, please identify what this fragment is"

The many monks behind him leaned over and looked curiously at the palm-sized silver-white fragment in Yang Qing's hand, while the young man behind the table was still staring intently at the beautiful nun's waist and buttocks.

Yang Qing's mood remained unchanged, his voice was slightly raised, and he said softly again, "Fellow Daoist, I will help you identify what this fragment is."

The young man behind the table slowly turned his head, obviously he had heard the first sentence, and at this time, he lifted his eyelids, looked at the man in front of him who didn't know the current affairs with a little dissatisfaction, and said lightly, "Take it"

The young man had a bad attitude and did not let Yang Qing use this as a pestle, but his expression was less gentle, and he gently placed the knife-like fragment on the table with one hand.

The young man's dissatisfaction continued, and his slender fingers picked up the fragments at random, first touching the blade with his thumb, and then caressing the smooth mirror-like surface.

Yang Qing was slightly nervous and waited quietly.

"Smack!"

The young man casually threw the splinter on the table, making a loud noise.

"Mortal weapon fragments, relatively sharp, worthless!" the young man didn't raise his head too much, and there was disdain hidden in his faint tone.

The identification of magic weapons is not as complicated as the identification of elixirs, talismans, and treasures, and it is only necessary to look at the material, refining technique, and what kind of formation pattern it is engraved to judge its level, function, and value, and the young man sneered in his heart, "He is a fool who thinks he has picked up a treasure"

"The cost is a spirit stone!" said the young man impatiently.

"This fellow Daoist, the magnetic block fragment is by no means an ordinary thing, you deal with it like this, and you still want to charge the fee for a spirit stone" Yang Qing was angry in his heart, and his tone was stiff when he spoke.

The young man slapped his forehead with his slender fingers, obviously extremely impatient and disdainful, and said angrily, "Broken things still want me to say a flower, don't talk nonsense, a piece of spirit stone is the rule of Jianbao Zhai, hurry up, the next one"

The young man's voice was so loud that the monks in the entire hall could hear it, and they all looked here, some ready to make a move, and some were watching the excitement.

Standing behind Yang Qing was a young monk with a thin stature, and when he heard the 'next one', he couldn't help but be happy with a slightly anxious and vigilant look, waiting for Yang Qing to get out of the way.

At this time, a young man with a strong physique, who had just walked into the hall, ran to the table in a few steps and said with a smile, "Brother Guang, you first help the younger brother identify how it is", and then, he turned his head to Yang Qing, who was strained and was about to speak, and scolded, "Don't you understand people's words, hurry up and hand over the spirit stone and get out."

Yang Qing's face turned cold, and he turned his face sideways to stare at the young man with a strong physique.

"Oh, you kid is quite horizontal" The young man with a strong physique pouted his lips and said with a sneer, when he spoke, it was already a true yuan undercurrent, and his right hand quickly pushed Yang Qing's shoulder, wanting to push it into the mouth and gnaw the mud.

Yang Qing's expression was even colder, and the palm of his hand pushed quickly, but he could dodge, but he neither fought back nor dodged, so he waited for which station.

Seeing that Yang Qing did not dodge or dodge, how could he stand such contempt, the cyan light on the palm of his hand flowed, and his strength and speed were even stronger.

"Woo......"

The wind of the palm is blowing!

Just when everyone was waiting to watch the show, this palm was already printed on Yang Qing's shoulder.

"Peng!"

The cyan light was still bursting out, and the young man with a strong physique was already staggering back and forth.

And Yang Qing, the robe on his shoulders has not been broken.

The crowd was stunned, and only a few could see how to fight back.

In the short time when the palm of his hand touched his shoulder, Yang Qing's shoulder shook slightly three times, and he broke the other party's menacing palm.

Ignoring everyone's surprise, not looking at the embarrassed look of the young man with a strong physique, but looking at the young man with an ugly face and sitting behind the table, he said bluntly, "The ordinary magic weapon formation patterns are engraved on the outside, and this fragment, not to mention the material, just say that its formation pattern is destined to be extraordinary, you deal with things like this, how can I pay you spirit stones, ridiculous!"

Then he didn't bring back the words, picked up the fragment and turned around to leave.

"Little friend, slow down!" an old voice came from the stairs.

Yang Qing stopped coldly, monks are not allowed to fight in the city, but they can't be beaten and not fight back, he wants to see what this Jianbao Zhai wants to do, his chin is slightly raised, and he looks at the stairs.

On the stairs made of mahogany, an old man walked down the stairs, his hair was white, his face was wrinkled, his eyes were bright, his palms holding the stairs were like chicken paws, and his voice was old and loud, and he said, "Xiaoyou's words, isn't it to me to appreciate the treasure in the column of the merchants, the old and the decrepit, the treasure has been appreciated for more than 100 years, and now I will personally appraise the treasure for you, okay?"

More than a dozen treasure connoisseurs behind the table in the hall bowed down one after another, and even the many monks who were waiting for the treasure were respectfully greeting.

The old man known as 'Ai Lao' slowly walked down and sat on the wooden chair given by 'Brother Guang', looking indifferent.

Yang Qing's original surging ruthlessness was suppressed, his expression returned to calm, and he walked over, originally angry and wanted to leave, so as not to be idle here, but when he left, it became his unreasonableness, and he wanted to know what this knife-like fragment was.

Back to the table, gently put the tip of the knife down, and wait.

All the monks in the hall stopped and watched the old man identify, even the young man with a strong physique also covered his right arm, waiting with a look of resentment.

The old man was very old, but he was deaf and blind, and his dry hands holding the shards did not tremble in the slightest, first observing its shape, and then stroking the blade and surface with his thumb.

Yang Qing didn't know if what he said was reasonable, if not, he would lose his face.